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How to Read the Tarot

Begin by brewing a cup of tea,
a nervine, lemon balm or chamomile,
this is after all, your future.
A reading at the dark of the moon is best,
before the night creatures crawl
and bad humours fill the air.
Pick a circular deck, with a fairy-tale motif,
and no reversals.
Hold a question in your heart,
shuffle the cards and place them on the table.
Choose only two.
Like the ancient Israelites,
these are your seer stones, Urim and Thumimm,
black and white, yes or no.
Isn't that all you were asking?

the golden mean

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May 20, 2019 at 11:40am
May 20, 2019 at 11:40am
#959332
Warrior

Because
the Great Goddess
is no lady
I shall stiffen my spine
with buckram,
gird my womb
with fire.


Tarot of the Crone--Witch of Disks--Lady--A world of riches surrounds me.
May 8, 2019 at 1:01pm
May 8, 2019 at 1:01pm
#958546
Baba Yaga's Cat

I want to come back
as Baba Yaga's cat*Cat*
and save all the young girls
with flowers*FlowerY* in their hair.
The #metoo movement
is not a fairytale.
But I think that old, skinny witch
will let me weave
rainbows *RainbowR* on her loom,
to guide them home.
There will be no pot of gold at trail's end,
just safety, and sun*Sun*
and sun
and sun.

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Author's Note: Baba Yaga is a Slavic witch who may be evil, but just as well benign to those that are brave and pure of heart. In one tale Baba Yaga's cat helps a young innocent girl escape the witche's kettle. I think BABA knew all along.


Tarot of the Crone--Grandmother of Disks--Homemaker--Build love into the world, sustain it with your hands.
May 7, 2019 at 8:48am
May 7, 2019 at 8:48am
#958450
Dawn

Is the pinnacle
of man's evolution
to have destroyed
Mother Earth?
At dawn, I search
for birds.

Tarot of the Crone--V-Tradition--Speak to the Ancestors--know where the roots grow. Let the heart turn to wisdom.
April 30, 2019 at 6:55pm
April 30, 2019 at 6:55pm
#957944
Aurora Borealis


from Space
the Northern Lights
are a crown of jewels
atop our blue globe.
Turn your face
to the falling rain.,savor the taste
and the blessing.
We still have time
to turn everything around.
Release your dreams.

Tarot of the Crone--Ace of Cups--Grace--The seeds of beautiful dreams are planted in you.
April 29, 2019 at 10:28am
April 29, 2019 at 10:28am
#957840
Quantum

Matter is a mirage.
Our bodies are
spinning
vibrating
atoms,
a traffic jam
of
stardust.

Tarot of the Crone--Ace of Wands--Will--The seed and root of your power is in your very life.
April 28, 2019 at 9:29pm
April 28, 2019 at 9:29pm
#957798
Sanibel Sunday

I could not find
a scrap of beach glass
or even a smooth hag stone
on the spit of sand
bayside on the causeway.
I watched a father
tie himself to an inner tube
and tow his red-haired daughter through
the brackish water.
He looked like a young Neptune
pulling a reluctant Ariel
back to the sea.
I wondered if he knew
that he would forever
be tethered
to her heart.

Tarot of the Crone--Nine of Swords--Speak truth to power. Speak truth to love.
April 27, 2019 at 11:10am
April 27, 2019 at 11:10am
#957652
Black Mangrove

Brackish water seeps
through tangled roots,
I taste the tears
of Mother Earth
on the salt-excreted leaves.



Tarot of the Crone--Six of Cups--Ritual--Pay attention. Make an altar.
April 24, 2019 at 9:10am
April 24, 2019 at 9:10am
#957417
Quartet

Prelude for a dying planet:
war and famine.
Jazz, rock, rap,hip-hop.
A quartet for the end of time.

Tarot of the Crone--XX--Calling--Accept your power and your responsibility.
April 23, 2019 at 11:49am
April 23, 2019 at 11:49am
#957327
Mater Dolorosa

My beautiful boy
drowns in self-loathing.
Desolate, weeping
Mother Mary,help!
Ave, Ave.



Tarot of the Crone--Shadow of Cups--Drowning--Rest here, until some understanding is found.
April 22, 2019 at 2:59pm
April 22, 2019 at 2:59pm
#957256
Easter Monday

The pool is empty of people
on this Easter Monday,
the water glassy, warm,and buoyant
as a float tank.
I drift into oblivion
my only thoughts
of death and transfiguration.
I twirl widdershins and deosil,
my arms heavy as wet angel wings.
I limit my time,
my skin crisps too easily now
and the mockingbirds are taunting me.
I promise I will plant them
a magnolia tree on the ridge,
a safe haven for their fledglings.
In spring, a young girl may come
to pluck the waxy, fragrant flowers
and braid them in her hair.


Tarot of the Crone--Shadow of Cups--Drowning--A powerful emotion has flooded all boundaries. Broken down all solid ground.

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